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ZONDERVAN
Heart Made Whole
Copyright © 2016 by Christa Black Gifford
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To my little Goldie.
When your heart stopped beating, the pain that
came smashed my heart into a million pieces. But
even when my heart wanted to die along with
you, the Comforter and Healer became as real as
breath—wrapping me up in love, restoring peace.
In your forty minutes on this earth, you taught
me more about life than I’ve ever known.
You’re my hero, baby girl, and I miss you every day.
Until my arms hold you again,Mommy
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Contents
Foreword by Lisa Bevere . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 11
Chapter 1 The Broken Heart. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 15
Chapter 2 Managing Trauma . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 37
Chapter 3 The Doubting Heart . . . . . . . . . . . . . 59
Chapter 4
The Reconciled Heart . . . . . . . . . . . . 77Chapter 5 The Undivided Heart . . . . . . . . . . . . 99
Chapter 6 The Languages of the Heart . . . . . . 115
Chapter 7 The Naked Heart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 135
Chapter 8 Your Heart-Brain Connection . . . . 157
Chapter 9 A Heart Made Whole . . . . . . . . . . . 179
Acknowledgments . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 197
Bible Versions . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 199
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Foreword
T his book is so beautiful, so necessary. I fear my words
won’t do it justice. This is not merely a collection of
pretty words tied up into the neat package of a book. What
you hold in your hands is treasure.
Living gold.
Heart Made Whole was forged in seasons of great travail
and loss. Don’t read this if you want to retain your excuses.
Pass it on to a friend if you want to live within the contain-
ment of faith formulas. Push it aside now if you want to
avoid pain … because it goes there.
But if you are feeling brave and ready to heal … read on.
I met Christa on the threshold of this story. It was in
a green room at a conference that we had both chosen toattend.
I loved her instantly.
She was larger than life. In my mind she was a cross
between a Celt and an Amazonian warrior … her cascading
hair, a statuesque body, and the pixie twinkle in her eye
brought to mind an elven princess. Christa was pregnant, but not just with child; she was pregnant with promise.
Everything about her made me smile. You could not help
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but want to touch her … what was in her and on her was
just that vibrant. I remember praying over her, the baby, and
her upcoming labor. My first labor had been hard and my
second one a breeze in comparison. I wanted a breeze for
Christa.
I began to watch her from afar. Something in me wanted
to protect her. Christa writes music that is more than songs
and books that are more than words. They are wrapped in
life and breath.
Time passed. Her beautiful baby girl, Goldie, was born,
but she couldn’t stay.
I will never understand what Christa went through.
I was not there, and even if I had been, I wouldn’t under-
stand the depths of this intimate loss. I could only watch
as Christa wrote. She penned the agony of her soul and thefaithfulness of her Father. I cried in my kitchen as I read
her blog on social media. Her words were raw, real, honest,
and ethereally beautiful. I knew then that light had pierced
Christa’s soul and that out of this suffering would come
pure gold. This gold is not to be treated lightly … hide it in
your heart and heal.The Old Testament has over three hundred references
to gold. Some of my favorites are found in the unlikely book
of Job.
Receive instruction from his mouth, and lay up his words in
your heart. If you return to the Almighty you will be built up; if
you remove injustice far from your tents, if you lay gold in thedust, and gold of Ophir among the stones of the torrent bed, then
the Almighty will be your gold and your precious silver. For then
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you will delight yourself in the Almighty and lift up your face to
God. (Job 22:22–26 ESV)
Thank you, Christa, for choosing to lift your face so that
countless others will have the courage to find healing and
strength in their places of pain. I love you, and I am so very
proud of you.
—Lisa Bevere
Bestselling author of Fight Like a Girl, Lioness
Arising, and Kissed the Girls and Made Them Cry
Cancer survivor
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Chapter 1
The Broken
Heart A
s the muscles in my body began to tighten once again,
I exhaled slowly and closed my eyes, preparing for
the next wave of pain that crashed down hard with each
contraction.Noises of frantic preparation for my home birth echoed
down the hall and into my parents’ guest bedroom, where
I perched awkwardly on the end of the bed, holding the
underside of a watermelon belly that felt as if it might burst.
My projected due date to meet our first daughter, Luca
Gold, wasn’t for two more weeks, and because I had been
eleven days overdue with my son, we hadn’t prepared for an
early arrival.
My husband, Lucas, quickly joined my dad to rearrange
the living room furniture, roll back the rug, and inflate and
fill the birthing tub with warm water. We called the midwife
to let her know she needed to get there as quickly as possible,
and Mom ushered my almost two-year-old son Moses out
the door with a friend so he wouldn’t drive monster trucks
over my belly during labor. As my mother returned through
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the front door, I could hear her voice echoing through the
house: “This is just so exciting! Today is the day we get to
meet our Goldie!”
Another contraction came, this time more intense than
the rest, and like a bowling ball toppling to the floor, my
baby girl dropped hard into my pelvis. I looked down at the
white bedspread and fluffy new white carpet and decided
to push myself up in between contractions to waddle into
the nearest bathroom, knowing that no matter how eager
my mother was to meet her granddaughter, she probably
wouldn’t want me giving birth on her white carpet.
The moment I reached the toilet, easing myself down, I
felt a pop.
“My water broke!” I cried out all alone in the darkness,
realizing that the twelve-hour labor I endured with my sonmight turn into a twelve-minute labor with my daughter.
I could still hear everyone running around frantically
in the living room and wondered if they had even heard me
shout. And though I couldn’t wait to meet my little Goldie,
having a baby all alone in the dark while sitting on a toilet
wasn’t exactly what I had envisioned in my birthing plan.I picked up my phone on the edge of the bathtub and
texted my husband quickly. “Water broke!”
Still no husband. Still no midwife.
I felt helpless against a force working to push my baby
girl out while I fought desperately to hold her in.
“Babe! She’s coming!” I screamed.I stood instinctively to my feet, reaching down as my
husband raced around the corner just in time to place his
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hands underneath mine to catch our baby girl. As we felt
her soft skin for the first time, we pulled her body up in
anticipation of the cries of life. Instead, we encountered a
screaming silence.
Our precious Goldie was missing the top of her skull
and most of her brain.
We let out a scream. The baby girl in my arms wasn’t
moving, and from the looks of things, we didn’t know if she
was even alive. Our midwife, Carol, ran in behind Luke right
when Goldie emerged from my womb, and she immediately
stepped in to take over, praying loudly as she tucked my
daughter’s little body close to my heart.
“Oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus,” she whispered beneath our wails
and sobs, working to clean up the disaster that should have
been a celebration.With help from all sides, I shuffled slowly back to the
bedroom, my body still heavy under the weight of trauma
and the shock of labor. Cradling my daughter in my arms,
I crumpled in a pile of sobs onto the bed. I held her warm
little body close, as though clinging to life itself, horrified
by the unexpected sight of my baby girl whose eyelid had been torn back in birth, and whose underdeveloped brain
was exposed. A part of me was petrified to look at the night-
mare unfolding in my arms, but as a mother who could see
nothing but beauty in her child, I couldn’t keep my eyes off
of her little face—so innocent and pure.
Luke crawled up beside us onto the bed, his usually stoicframe collapsing with grief, while Carol pulled out her tools
to begin checking my body and examining Goldie for signs
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of life. My baby girl lay as still and stiff as a porcelain doll,
but after pressing the metal stethoscope up to her tiny chest,
Carol looked up into my eyes.
“I hear a heartbeat,” she whispered.
Luke and I cried out in disbelief, weeping with joy that
our daughter was alive, but facing the horror that at any
moment our little gold bird might fly away and leave us as
quickly as she had come. I didn’t know what was wrong,
much less if it could be fixed, and I was too afraid to ask anyquestions—too petrified to know what was really happen-
ing. The mother bear inside longed to fight for the life of her
daughter, but looking at her condition, my mercy heart was
mortified at the thought of her enduring life in this state.
As Carol continued to work, securing the umbilical
cord, I wrapped my daughter’s tiny hand around my fingerand kissed her soft lips over and over, a waterfall of tears
running down my chin onto her perfect skin. Every few
minutes, Carol would stop and check her heart again and
we would hold our breath each time.
“She still has a heartbeat. Do you want to hear?”
Luke reached eagerly for the stethoscope and placed it
to his ears, caressing her perfect face while listening to the
miracle of life that flowed through her veins.
For the next forty minutes, our little Luca Gold’s heart
fought to beat on this earth. She was so brave and so strong,
fighting to be with her family for as long as she could. Within
those precious minutes, we kissed her little face, her hands,
and her open wounds. We prayed, embraced, and wept. We
wrapped her up in something pretty and soft and took pic-
ture after picture, longing to never forget what time would
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soon run past. Every moment was stabbed with excruciating
pain, yet every time her heart beat, our hearts pounded with
irrational hope.
But her little body wasn’t whole enough to let her
soul remain. As brief as a breath on the wind, our Goldie
was gone.
We sat numbed from shock, our bodies fighting for
breath, knowing our daughter would never breathe again.
As Luke crawled off the bed to stand beside me, I watchedhis strong arms fall down helplessly, unable to protect and
fix the way he always could. Whispering in between sobs, I
reached out for his hand.
“Babe, do you want to hold her?”
My husband reached out to cradle the lifeless body of
his only daughter and lift her into his arms—the little girl hehad dreamed of fighting for, adoring with kisses and songs,
and someday walking down the aisle. As if he was hit by a
truck, his knees buckled as his body crashed into the wall,
sliding down to crumple into a heap of tears onto the floor.
I lay in bed, head swirling, watching the surreal scene
unfolding beside me. Every part of my physical body still
ached from the pain of natural childbirth, but that pain felt
like a paper cut compared to the torturous agony that had
just detonated within my heart. It was as if a nuclear bomb
had been dropped and my insides were exploding into
pieces while I sat and watched. The world was spinning so
quickly that every cell of my body fought to cling to some
sort of reality, but the anguish was so tormenting that a part
of my heart just wanted to give up and die with my daughter.
I closed my eyes and let the precious gift of air fill my
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lungs—a gift I took for granted each day. If I didn’t stop the
spin and hold on tightly to something—anything—I knew
that I could easily get lost in the blast. In this moment—the
worst moment of my life—I could allow the inferno of pain
to burn at my heart, destroying my soul with bitterness,
rage, and distrust. I could put up a fortress inside in my fury
against betrayal. I could shake my fist at heaven and point
my finger in accusation, putting God on trial for abandoning
my daughter as her lifeless body lay in my husband’s arms.
But I had learned from years of dealing with heart-pain
incorrectly—through trying to hide it, numb it, or avoid
it—that pain never goes away on its own. It must be felt,
embraced, and brought to a Healer. I knew that these were
the kinds of moments that wrote the pages of the future. This
kind of trauma was powerful enough to ruin my marriage.It was heavy enough to dam up my joy, forever damaging
my young son and future children. I knew from experience
that this kind of tragedy can turn a heart into stone, eventu-
ally shutting it down completely in order to survive. It was
strong enough to spin me back into addictions, depression,
performance, and all the cages I had fought so hard toclimb out of over the years. I knew that in these seconds of
extreme torture, the choices I made would affect my heart,
my relationships, and the rest of my days on planet earth.
I sighed deeply through the sobs and reached up, placing
my hand over my heart—the same heart smashed to pieces
by the violent hand of tragic death. Inside of my brokenheart, I made the choice that changed my life.
I chose to take my pain to Jesus.
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UNAVOIDABLE PAIN
I hope you will never know the hell on earth of burying a
baby girl as I did, but if you’re breathing right now, then I
guarantee that you have had all sorts of awful experiences
that crashed at your heart like a wrecking ball operated by
a cruel world. As long as we live in a fallen world where sin,
death, and time exist, trouble and pain will visit us all.
Moreover, adversity doesn’t just come in big packages
like death—it can be small, annoying, and wrapped up so
ugly, you’d rather just send it back. There were times in my
past when being unable to fit into my jeans was on par with
the end of the world, and other times when getting stuck in
a traffic jam warranted the annihilation of my fingernails.
Canceled flights have left me stranded, and boys have leftme abandoned. I have found my bank account overdrawn,
survived multiple car wrecks, and had more than my fair
share of backstabbing betrayals. I’ve dealt with the ravages of
addiction, suffered the scars of sexual abuse, and landed in
rehab from an eating disorder—all while living in an abun-
dant first-world country with the rarity of loving, Christian,middle-class parents who are still happily married.
Although my early days bloomed with an abundance of
good more than bad, the nature of the bad experiences early
on ate away at my heart, and I limped like a cripple into my
adult years. The longer the traumas of life went unhealed, the
more the pain poisoned every moment, eventually plaguingmy life with the diseases of depression and addiction. Days
turned upside down into constant night, and joy became a
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land I wasn’t sure I would ever visit again. At many points,
it felt easier to just stop breathing and end it all.
As I have learned over years of traveling, meeting thou-
sands of people, suffering doesn’t discriminate according
to age, gender, race, social class, or even Christian or non-
Christian—even though most of us in the Jesus camp would
like for it to. For years, I subconsciously assumed that as a
follower of Christ, I had somehow received an exemption
pass to be carried over the horrendous trials of life. I truly believed that being a Christian assured me that tornados
would never hit my house, that murderers wouldn’t choose
to kill me, and that I’d never have any major physical or
financial problems as long as I believed in the power of
God, declaring His promises in my life. But when trouble
kept smacking me out of left field, my betrayed heart always blamed the same God for not doing His promised job to
protect me as His little girl. Deep down, I assumed that
He kept breaking His word and dropping His sovereignty
ball, reneging on His responsibility to make sure I never fell
down and got hurt too badly.
But to our Christian dismay, Jesus didn’t say if we have
difficulties; He said when. He didn’t say that if you’re a faith-
ful intercessor, all your prayers will be answered the way
you want, and if you’re an avid churchgoer and dedicated
Bible reader, then you’re assured of perpetual success. He
didn’t say if you’re a good friend you will never be betrayed,
or promise that if you’re a powerful apostle, you won’t be
brutally murdered. Rather, Jesus promised that as long as
we live in a fallen world—which we do—we will go through
all sorts of adversity, even while believing in the promises of
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God. I’m sure the beheaded apostle Paul, the stoned Stephen,
and the crucified upside-down Peter are nodding their
heavenly heads in agreement.
None of us finds out what we’re made of when every-
thing is rolling along nicely; we find out who we really are
when hell is pressing in from all sides. Trauma burns with
such a hot fire that if we have any cracks in our foundation,
all of them will be exposed.
THE REAL ESTATE OF YOUR HEART
Each of us has an inner realm that either thrives or withers,
depending on the tenants we allow to reside within. Take a
moment and use your vivid imagination, seeing your heartas a large building—floor after floor built each year as life
expands upward.
Your heart was dreamed up by the Master Architect
before your little life ever took form, and God designed it
with great attention to detail, equipping your heart with
certain desires and abilities to fulfill a unique destiny. God
created some of your hearts as business offices, and you
find it easy to negotiate with numbers and strategy. Some
are stunning art galleries, coming alive while displaying
beauty, music, fashion, and creativity. Many are dripping
with relational nurture, designed to be a home where life,
children, ministry, and activity thrive. Others are hospi-
tals, and you’ve always longed to help others, learning the
human body, science, and composition. God dreamed up,
fashioned, and crafted you with specific characteristics,
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and when you’re living out your original design, the entire
building pulses with life.
More often than not, however, our “buildings” sustain
damage in a world where sin and death still exist. Your
childhood formed the bottom of your structure, and unfor-
tunately, many of you didn’t get off to a great foundational
start. If you were neglected and abused, or abandoned and
mistreated, the building of your heart might have been
lonely and bare, erected with dodgy, half-finished roomstrashed by tenants named pain, fear, shame, and anger. Even
if your family resembled The Brady Bunch, none of us had a
perfect childhood, and every person on earth has endured
some sort of internal damage. As each year added a new
layer to the real estate of your heart, at times it was easy to
forget about the damaged childhood floors at the bottom thehigher you climbed. But the problem is, if the bottom of your
building was shaky, then it was difficult to build upward
without putting the whole thing at risk for collapse.
When I was a kid, none of the boys in my class ever
looked my way, even though I desperately wanted them
to. And as the trauma of rejection happened over and over
again throughout the years, I rented out more and more real
estate in my heart to the tenant of fear—petrified that every
guy in the world would find me as repulsive as the little
boys of my childhood.
The thing about this kind of pain is, it doesn’t stay locked
away in rooms down below. It can turn into a monster gang
that takes over the whole building. One little monster of
rejection from childhood, after feasting for decades, can
turn into Godzilla. It keeps breeding, moving into new
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apartments as space becomes available, to do more damage.
And one tiny monster of shame can grow into a T. rex over
the years—especially when your heart continues to feed
the beast.
The hardest thing about my inner monster, Pain, was that
as long as he was coexisting with me, his high-maintenance
tendencies prevented me from enjoying my life. Because I
had to focus on him all the time, afraid that I wouldn’t be
able to keep him hidden and appeased, I lived in constantfear and anxiety. I couldn’t turn around and focus on friend-
ships without him interfering and messing things up, or plan
out my future without his fearful input and lies. He loved
rearing his head at the most inopportune times to sabotage
romantic love, letting me know I wasn’t worthy of things
like that. If a boy started coming around and getting tooclose, I’d make sure to act so crazy that he’d end up running
for the hills. My enemy Pain would play old movies in my
mind to remind me of my dirty past, my constant rejection,
and current struggles— jeering in contempt when I would
burst into tears.
Many times, when I had finally had enough of Pain’s
ruthless antics, I would grab the keys to my heart back from
his hands, serving him an angry eviction notice to vacate
the premises. But every time, he’d just laugh. “What are you
going to do without me, Christa?” his voice would hiss and
sneer, pointing at the damaged heart he had trashed and
destroyed over years of abusive habitation. “I’m the only
one who would ever live in this dump. And if I’m not here,
you’ll be all alone; even God wouldn’t set foot in this filthy,
sinful hole until you clean it up. But fixing yourself hasn’t
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ever worked, has it? You might as well get used to me being
around, because you’re never going to change, and I’m not
ever going to leave.”
This Pain monster had lived with me for such a long
time, I couldn’t distinguish his voice from my own voice,
his lies from my truth, and his heart from my heart. We
had become so twisted into oneness that the tangled mess
seemed more overwhelming to unravel than learning how
to fly into space. I hated this monster and I didn’t want himaround, but without any strength to keep fighting, my only
choice was to surrender and try to cope with him being
there. I had resigned myself to the fact that existence was
synonymous with pain, and I needed to learn how to man-
age this reality in order to survive. As my heart succumbed
to despair, the monster named Pain would throw his scalyarm around my shoulder and once again snatch the keys out
of my hands back into his own.
“Don’t worry, Christa,” he’d whisper into the darkness
with an evil grin. “I’ll take good care of you. Get used to this
life, sweetie, because there’s no cure for me.”
As long as the monster named Pain held the keys to my
heart, he was in charge of the real estate inside. And the one
thing I really wanted was the one thing I believed I could
never have: freedom.
If you have old, unwanted heart tenants that you have
never learned to evict, I promise you: they are not going
to leave your building on their own. Even though they’re
just renters on your property, if they’re living inside, then
you’ve allowed them to sign a lease agreement until you
kick them out.
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The good news is, no matter how shaky your heart
foundation might be, every person is wired up for electricity
at birth. When God fashioned and created you, He wired
Himself into the framework of your being, hoping you
would someday give Him permission to hook your power
source up to His. And as Jesus knocked on your front door
with salvation and you invited Him into your building, the
Holy Spirit was like a worker from the electric company,
plugging you into His eternal outlet of power. Because ofHis abiding presence inside, your entire heart will forever
be capable of lighting up with new life.
But just because your electricity is turned on doesn’t
mean the entire building uses it. And just because Jesus and
His power are always available doesn’t mean every part of
your heart wants to turn on the light switch—especiallywhen old pain likes to stay hidden.
In the case of my own heart, I found that nasty tenants
like fear, shame, bitterness, and anger enjoyed hiding out in
dark rooms, boarding up their windows and locking doors
to stay concealed. Some of my childhood trauma had been
so painful, it preferred being vaulted away and forgotten as
lost memories to protect me. A few of my years had been
so emotionally crippling, I had built walls around entire
sections of my heart.
HEART CHECK
Take a moment and place your hand on your chest, breath-
ing in deeply and becoming aware of the physical organ that
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beats inside to pump life and blood to every part of your
body. The blood that’s pumped to your brain allows you to
think and make decisions and causes the rest of your body
to function. The blood pumped to your fingers and toes
makes them able to move, run, work, and play. The blood
pumping through your organs makes them work together
to maintain life. If blood is cut off from any part of the body,
that part dies. Without a healthy physical heart, your body
cannot survive, and life ceases to exist.The same is true for this metaphysical heart govern-
ing from the inside. This inner realm—the center of your
being—is the origin of every move you make, every word
you speak, every thought you think, and every action you
take. Plainly put, your insides produce your outsides. You
are the landlord of your heart, and you control who takesup residence. When God moved into your life, you didn’t
sign over ownership papers to your building where He took
control. Rather, He gave you possession of your heart long
ago and will never take back that gift. He will always be
the leasing tenant, defaulting to your choices, and you will
always own the property. You can choose to let Him rent out
the entire building (and that is our ultimate goal as believ-
ers), but as long as you’re harboring old wounds, beliefs,
unforgiveness, and lies—allowing them to make themselves
at home in your heart— Jesus won’t bust in and kick them
out. He needs your permission. He needs your master key.
He needs you to give Him access to every floor, every room,
and every locked, forgotten space.
For many years I didn’t understand this, wanting God to
just barge in and take over my heart while I lifted my hands
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in a worship service, putting me on autopilot. I expected
myself to be perfect, or imperfect—I was either sinless or a
complete fraud. I didn’t understand that the gift of grace was
like a lifetime warranty that covered the process of my heart
transformation, empowering me to live differently. I didn’t
acknowledge that my heart had taken decades to break and
that it might take some intentionality to heal. I didn’t realize
that God’s whole purpose for moving into my mess was to
ensure that my heart was renovated properly, room by roomand floor by floor. God has never been overwhelmed by the
amount of work that needs to be done inside my building or
condemned me for how trashed it became over the years. In
fact, He knew I didn’t have the tools, knowledge, strength,
or power to make everything new the way He did —which
is why He chose to make my heart His home.As I have walked the hard road towards my own heal-
ing, I have found that heart transformation is never about
finishing a perfect building, then sitting back and relaxing
for the rest of my life. It’s about living in relationship with the
God who resides within—learning how to surrender more
inner space and lease to Him all the real estate that my heart
has to offer. The apostle Paul sums it up beautifully: “This
entire building is under construction and is continually
growing under His supervision until it rises up, completed
as the holy temple of the Lord himself. This means that God
is transforming each one of you into the Holy of Holies, His
dwelling place through the power of the Holy Spirit living in
you” (Ephesians 2:21–22).
The problem is, because we will continue to live in
a world where unexpected tornados will destroy, where
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wounded people keep wounding us, and where the enemy
has his wrecking ball aimed at crumbling our hearts to the
ground, we will always need a handy repairman as life takes
its toll. Thankfully, we have continual access to a brilliant
Carpenter, a Master Architect, and a General Contractor
with an arsenal of power tools, ready to repair, restore, and
renew everything.
PAIN CAN BE HEALED
You can’t control the storms that pound against the walls of
your inner realm, but you can control whether or not your
heart chooses to become a shelter of peace during those
storms. You can’t control your parents’ decision to divorce, but you can choose whether or not your heart grows bitter
and cold. You can’t control that you don’t have a job, but you
can choose whether or not you move into anxiety or stay
steady with trust. You can’t control the betrayal of a spouse,
but your heart can choose to forgive. The space inside of
your heart is the only place where you will ever have fullownership and authority. You are the guardian of your
heart, and as the final say over your inner realm, you’re the
only one who can decide what happens next.
At this very moment, your life is the sum total of all the
choices you have made, because you’re the only one who
can make them. You can either choose to surrender yourheart to pain monsters, or to a Healer who died to make
everything whole.
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As I sit in a coffee shop writing these pages just five
months after losing my daughter to a condition I didn’t
even know existed, called anencephaly, I have already had
three people stop by my table and ask with genuine concern,
“How are you really doing, Christa?”
When people have asked me this, most of them expect
me to lie, rambling off the cliché answer, “Oh, I’m fine,” to
try to avoid an awkward moment. Some might think I will
clam up and change the subject, or possibly even burst into
tears. And when the uncontrollable tears do flow from time
to time, I’m never ashamed of them. But today, and every
day since my Luca Gold left my life to head home and be
with Jesus, when asked this question, a part of my heart
has been able to answer in a remarkable way that I never
thought possible.“Today is the most painful day of my life, but my heart
is still thriving.”
UNSHAKEABLE
Some might think I’m being irreverent after tragically losing
my daughter. It’s assumed that having feelings of true peace
and even joy in the fire must mean I’ve cloaked myself in
some sort of self-protective denial in order to survive. But
I have learned the hard way that pain doesn’t just go away,
even when you turn your back on it.This time around, with this level of heartache over losing
my daughter, I’ve been determined to try a new approach.
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I have chosen to turn around and run towards the pain.
Like a young boy named David facing an enormous giant,
I have chosen to take on the monster named Pain. I have
thrown my arms around this current suffering and all the
hardships that come with it and have made a commitment
to feel everything as the heavy emotions of grief, anger,
hurt, and loss steamroll over my soul on a daily basis. I have
pledged to learn everything I can inside this fire to equip
me to overcome future flames. I have invited the refining
nature of extreme heat to consume everything in my heart
that keeps me broken.
I have not shut down like I have in the past.
I have not medicated through addiction.
I have refused to live numb.
I have not run to escape.And I will never turn my back on the pain of losing my
daughter. She deserves better than that.
In this very moment, I’m standing inside the most ago-
nizing moments of my life, knowing that if I don’t continue
to deal with the pain that accompanies this trauma, it will
destroy my heart and cripple me for years to come. So eachday I choose to confront the reality that I will never hear my
daughter’s sweet little voice, or watch her crawl for the first
time, or drop her off at school and wave good- bye, or feel
her soft dark curls between my fingers as she falls asleep,
nestled safely under my chin. And when I sit down in the
hottest fire of my life, the unexpected happens: The veryplace of my deepest pain miraculously becomes the starting
point of my heart’s greatest healing.
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You see, pain itself is not the enemy. Pain is inevitable
in this bumper-car life where you will continue to collide
with a fallen world that you cannot control. Unhealed pain,
however, will become your greatest foe if your broken heart
is not made whole again after each collision. And dearest
friend, there is only One who can take the shattered pieces of
your heart and put it back together so that it flourishes even
in the worst situations.
As I’ve learned from my incredible therapist mother,
when you’re living in wholeness with Jesus and your heart
is thriving, you can be unshakeable, living fully alive in
each moment, taking risks, trusting your heart, fully aware
of what you love, remaining yourself in every circumstance,
and adoring God with every part of your being. However,
if your heart remains broken, even as a Christian you willexperience consistent separation between your heart, soul,
mind, and spirit that keeps you from living in joyful connec-
tion with God and others.
After years of living as a Christian with a broken, bleed-
ing heart that continued to spew out all sorts of unpleasant
things, I finally uncovered a mine of precious jewels thatseemed too good to be true, but actually was true. And it
began with a Holy Spirit–guided journey to the center of
my truest self—the heart that Jesus loved so much that He
died to live inside of it. I realized that in order to find out
what it meant to live each moment from my inheritance of
wholeness, I needed to learn how to let the Healer make mewhole. And in order to do that, I had to let Him have full
access to every emotion, every trauma and shameful truth.
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I couldn’t hide my wounded heart and expect it to heal. I
couldn’t neglect my feelings and expect them to change. I
had to surrender, hold tightly to the hand of my Savior, and
turn around to face the overwhelming mess. I had to allow
Love to start pouring into my inner self to cast out all my
fear—turning my heart into the home it was created to be.
I hope you will accompany me on a journey to the center
of your truest self—letting the Light of heaven shine inside
every forgotten room, condemned vault, and shameful hall-way. As you allow the divine presence of Love to bind up
your wounds, He will show you how to tend to your heart
gently and carefully, extending kindness, patience, and
mercy as it’s cleansed and healed. But most of all, He will
teach you how to love your heart the way He does—lavishly,
fiercely, and passionately.It’s time for every part of your heart to be loved into
wholeness.
Open- Heart Surgery
1. Until Jesus comes back again, trouble will be a reality inour lives. Have you lived to avoid pain and hardship, or
been angry at God when life gets tough? What kinds of
emotional, physical, and spiritual damage has your heart
endured over the years that hasn’t seemed to heal?
2. Take a few moments and meditate on the real estate of
your heart. What does your “building” look like? Does ithave a spotless exterior to hide the pain monsters living
on the inside? Is it crumbling and broken, or strong and
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whole? If you have pain monsters, what are your primary
tenants? (Examples: fear, shame, bitterness, self-hatred,
jealousy.)
3. Has the foundation of your heart building been shaky
since childhood, affecting your adult years? Have you
turned on the light in each room in your heart, allowing
the light of heaven access to every part of your heart—
the good and the bad? Take several minutes to write a
description of your building, allowing yourself to be
brutally honest with how your building makes you feel.
4. After putting your hand on your physical heart, feeling
the blood pumping inside, were you able to dial into
your metaphysical heart? What did it feel like? If this was
hard, don’t worry—most people have shut down theirhearts to some extent in order to survive pain. Take a few
more moments and close your eyes, breathing in deeply
to become aware of your inner realm, asking the Holy
Spirit to fill you. See your heart wired up for electricity,
ready to come alive with the light of God. If you’re tired
of the pain and ready to turn on the light switch, then
close your eyes and form a mental picture of the master
key of your heart that gives access to all rooms inside.
Hand over your key to Jesus, giving Him permission to
go wherever He needs to go in the days and weeks ahead.
5. In a busy world that doesn’t slow down, it’s easy to focus
on everyone but ourselves—especially when we don’tthink we’re worth it. But what we need to realize is, the
investment that we make in ourselves will determine
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everything about our lives, making it the most important
decision we could ever make. Write out a commitment
letter to yourself, pledging to be honest and open as you
journey to the center of your heart with the guidance
and comfort of the Holy Spirit. Commit to the process,
no matter how hard, long, or messy it gets. Sign and date
your pledge below.
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Chapter 2
Managing
Trauma T
he days following Luca’s death crept along at a snail’s
pace. It felt as though grief had a tangible weight
attached to it, as heavy as an elephant, threatening to flatten
my fragile heart every moment.Although I had been living in freedom for many years
from all the old ways I used to medicate pain, my brain still
had those memories stored and filed away. I remembered
that if I binged on food, my heart would temporarily feel full
and in control—and I needed to feel in control. I knew that if
I drank too much whiskey at 9:00 a.m., I could pass out and
forget about the pain—and I just wanted to forget. The pain
was so great that I easily considered all of my old means of
escape. Temptation banged on the door of my heart louder
than it had in over a decade, begging to let substances back
in to do their temporary job of numbing a heart screaming
in unfathomable agony.
What made it worse were the well-meaning but theo-
logically inaccurate comments and advice dispensed by
fellow believers.
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HEART MADE WHOLE
Turning Your Unhealed Pain into Your
Greatest Strength By Christa Black Gifford
In Heart Made Whole, Christa Black Gifford sharesher own stories of loss, betrayal, and personaltragedy, chronicling clear steps to redemption tohelp those in pain invite the true Healer into the
tangled mess of their broken hearts. Gifford remindsreaders that pain is not their enemy, however,unhealed pain can become their greatest foe if it’ snot taken to Jesus.
When trials and tragedy hit our lives in a fallenworld, our hearts can get smashed to bits, and weend up putting God on trial and blaming Him for the
mess. But Christa helps readers understand thatthey don’ t have to live controlled by their
circumstances - or angry with God. Instead, sheprovides powerful insight and practical steps to turnthe painful fire that comes to destroy us into anunexpected friend that can produce our greatesthealing.
The condition of the heart determines the conditionof life--and the heart can be bound up and healed,producing freedom and abundant life. With personalworkbook sections for each chapter Christa helpsreaders experience steps to turn their pain into thehealing and wholeness available to every believer.
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